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Pamela

As the days under his tyranny grew longer, I grew colder toward him.

I had lived with two different types of men and I could tell the stark difference. Dwayne had been patient even though I was not into him that way.

Stephan was suffocating and always hovering around. He had taught me something unknowingly and that was to always observe people. Now the more I looked at him, in silent observation and dull eyes, the more I saw him.

These past few days had been very difficult to be around him. All those times when he had been forcing me to speak to me, caressing, cajoling, coaxing, begging. I had wanted to give in. For a Mafia lord, he was very good with words. The way he begged me was alluring and tempting.

"Let me into your high tower, Pamela, it's cold outside," He had once rumbled in my ear. I was not prepared for it. It had taken place in the bathroom. He said while our bodies touched. Then, I had almost succumbed to his hypnotic words but I managed to snap out of it.

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